Cheesy entertainment late at night, but any adult who thinks this is creepy needs to get help.

SPARTACUS BLOOD AND SAND. MARK OF THE BROTHERHOOD.

It wasn't bad for a "B" movie.
Considering some of the bad stuff out there, this one was fair.
The monster looks like the baby chicken hawk in the Foghorn Leghorn cartoons grew up and became a crackhead on steroids.

It's that standard Roger Corman fare. Low budgets equals one or two sparse sets with lots of dialogue to cover for no action. The monster is a sort of paper mache giant mole man who doesn't get much screen time. It's a fairly nice print but there was one edit that seemed to imply some missing material. Angela Greene spends the entire movie either crying or covering her face as her way of showing sorrow and shock.

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A classic low budget monster movie. Amongst the finest of its genre.

For a flick written by a 21-year-old sci-fi geek kid and shot in a handful of days on a budget around $50,000...I'd say this is pretty damned cool, especially for its budget, time, and the circumstances under which it was made. I'd rather watch this b-flick twice in a row than watch ALIENS or TRANSFORMERS or AVATAR even once.

Scared the crap outta me as a kid, and still gives me the creeps. It feels a bit like an Outer Limits episode. No laughs here, intentional or otherwise. Atmospheric and quite unusual, this is highly recommended for sci-fi b-movie buffs with a sense of minimalism and the outre.

Good print quality both sound and video. Many thanks to the uploader for this minor b-classic!

Trivia: The original script by young writer Martin Varno was titled "The Creature from Galaxy 27".

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I thought of this film while watching "Alien" in the theater,'cuz that's how the space shrimp would have hatched, eh? Both films had a monster that laid their eggs in a human host, were scared of fire, and terrorized a bunch of folks who couldn't get away. At least this bunch didn't overlook the most obvious way of dealing with the intruder: my brother and I spent the last half hour of "Alien" annoying the other patrons by chanting "Open the air lock! Open the air lock!" before Ripley finally followed our advice. A tasty slice of Corman cheese!

The movie starts with an astronaut in trouble, his craft out of control and hurtling toward Earth. If you listen to what he's recording during this dramatic period, it's no surprise why this is. It's a bunch of gibberish. Of course, most folks wouldn't know that in 1959. Alan Shepard wouldn't make the historic suborbital flight that captured my imagination until 1961.

The director did his best to insert action in this talky melodrama, and kept a decent pace to it. He even had the young woman in the piece wait apart from the two men she went to the capsule a second time with so the monster could attack her, and the men could give chase. Helpless, pretty, young women in danger still are standard fare in horror movies, though less now than when this was made. The only other action involves walking, shooting at, and finally fire bombing the monster. The director also staged a couple of mildly shocking moments, and reinforces the trouble the characters are in with darkened sets.

I don't think that it is any surprise that this is the only screenwriting credit for Martin Varno. He paints himself into corners, and gets out of them with ridiculous statements several times in this movie. That is, when he's not providing trite, melodramatic, and sometimes stupid dialog for his characters when he should be sustaining tension in what is a dangerous situation for them. At least he didn't insert a pointless romantic subplot into the story.

This can be fun to watch if you're in the mood for some tepid schlock.